The dress, (une robe)

Strange piece of fabric,

a dress,

embrace my female body, draw my curves according to his movements,

little dress,

causes improbable envy and desires bringing unknown bodies closer together,

this dress,

sparks up in men's eyes Who subtly caress the fabric with a single glance,

my dress,

consensual concupiscence creased under your fingers, slips on my hips, carried in your arms it discreetly disappears at the bedroom door,

this dress,

love initiator, a piece of fabric that's half-opened, to stimulate the imagination,

a dress,

no matter colour or material, patchwork of exquisite memories, dress my body in languor, before your eyes softened, your exprienced gestures, you discover my shoulder

my dress

hanging on to the wild grasses by the side of the road,

this dress

imaginary and so real,

soothed against your heart, cheeky, my thighs around your hips,

bold (audacious), lifted in the hollow of my loins,

your dress

the one that you prefer,

muse of ours eternal torrid nights,

our dress...